While the two were talking, Mad Blade's eyes stayed fixed on that mirror.
Inside the mirror, the Su family disciples were all both shocked and furious.
But staring at the longsword in Ximen Chuixue's hand, none of them dared step forward.
No one dared treat the longsword in this lunatic's hand like some kind of joke.
After all, he'd just sliced off half of Su Tangjun's arm with a single sword.
Su Tangjun clutched his severed arm, in such pain he couldn't speak, while Su Tangqing steadied himself and softly issued an order.
"All together—kill this madman first, then we'll talk."
Before the words finished, Ximen Chuixue immediately seized the initiative.
His longsword shot out like a silver ribbon, stabbing toward Su Tangqing.
The sword light was like lightning, incomparably dazzling in the dark night.
That terrifying Sword Intent made Su Tangqing's face change in fright.
In his panic, he cast a Vajra talisman on himself.
Whoosh!
